Marriage Contract Letter

Cold war

Ibra's attitude has always been sweet towards his wife. So no wonder No matter in front of anyone is always so sweet and romantic.

"Yes, Son Jodi. How about at home continue talking, the children must be waiting for Mom." The housewife looked at Jodi.

Jodi nodded, agreeing with the words of the house just now.

Susi opened the door. And bring Ibra's order for lunch. Then they immediately ate lunch with ravenous, except Laras. He did not want to eat because he was still full.

Finished eating the parlour maam, glancing towards Ibra. ''Son Ibra thank you for the meal?'' said the housewife with a friendly smile.

''Same-sama, Ma.'' Ibra replies between her meals. Then sip the rest of the drink.

The housewife turned to Jodi who looked down, cleaning up the food marks on the table. Help Susi, then invite Jodi to come home. And in reply with a nod, then moved from the sofa where he sat approaching Laras.

"Son, I want to go home first it's noon," the house mom hugged Laras' body very tightly.

"Why hurry Mom, later," muttered Laras while returning the embrace of the home mom.

The hand of the house ma'am rubbed the back of Laras. "Chealing soon? let's go home soon."

"Yes, Mom. Thanks for coming, Mom?" reply Baras, carve out his sweet smile.

"Together." Ma'am also said goodbye to Ibra.

"Son Ibra, sign Laras huh. Take care not to let the incident that has been repeated again," said the mother of the orphanage hopeful.

"Don't worry Mom, I'll keep Laras at its best." Ibra nodded, reassuring.

Jodi's closing in on Laras. "Wish you get healthy soon?" staring at Laras was very clingy.

"Aamiin O Allah .. Thank you?" said Laras very softly.

Then Jodi's view turned to Ibra. Approaching him. "Take care of his wife, otherwise. Let me take care of him!" jodi said while grinning.

Ibra was silent, sculpting did not expect that Jodi would talk like that. The two looked at each other with sharp eyes. "Do you want to erect a cold war flag?"

"Hem, that's not what I meant. I'm just reminding you that your wife's life might be in danger. Even if indirectly." Cynical Jodi. Then he passed from that place.

Ibra stared at Jodi's departure with a roaring heart. Then his gaze circled towards Laras who was staring at him.

After shaking hands. The house mom left too. ''Assalamu'alaikum ..'' said ma'am.

"Wa'alaikumus greetings.'' Answer Laras and Ibra together.

Susi followed the steps of the orphanage. And drove him to the front of the room in Laras.

Ibra approached Laras. ''Honey, eat first huh?'' sitting in front of the dudu Laras leaning.

''Awaits. Want to rest first," said Laras wanted to close his eyes that felt sore.

"Mrs, Mister?" call Susi to her employer.

"What's wrong?" ibra asked astonished to see Susi who was walking in a hurry.

"That's, outside there's a guest from the office. He said co-workers, sir," Susi said pointing to the outside of the room.

"Oh, tell me to come in." Ibra told Susi.

"Good, Sir." Susi again swung her step out of the room, about to pick up guests who wanted to visit Laras.

Not long after, Susi returned with Ibra's group of guests. Ibra greeted me kindly, someone brought flowers. Someone brought fruit.

The barrel that was going to sleep he broke his intention. With the arrival of an important guest her husband who deliberately took the time to visit the CEO's wife.

All approached and asked Laras news alternately. Guests consisting of men and women are so friendly, said a subtle greeting as well. It feels comfortable to hear in the ear.

Until some time they were in the room Laras talking about the incident that happened to Laras. There was one person whose attitude was somewhat other and slurred all of a sudden.

"Makanya, his wife is in the care, many bodyguards are left to tell. What's difficult?" as if to corner Ibra

As the wife of Laras tried to defend the husband. "I refused, because I didn't want to be special. I just want to live a quiet life like an ordinary person," Laras said softly and glanced at her husband.

After some time, the guests finally returned home. Baras felt relieved finally could rest too. his eyes increasingly drowsy and watery, he tried to resist the desire to yawn.

"Bobo baby, all the guests are home." Ibra helps Laras lie down and covers her body. After Susi and the guests came home.

"I'm so sleepy, my eyes are tired. Perih also," said Laras while starting to close his eyes.

"Yes, rest." Swiping the head shoots The barrel is very soft.

It didn't take long, and Laras fell asleep. In the caress of the husband's finger, Ibra looked at the beautiful face. Then Ibra's hand went down to the stomach and rubbed it gently. "Darling, take care of your mommy. Don't let anyone hurt her again.

****

After two days in the hospital. On the third day of Laras. Ibra brought it home, first a little meningan and second Laras also asked to go home. For uncomfortable reasons, the smell of medicine. Anyway ask to go home.

Now Laras and Ibra are already in a luxury car owned by Ibra, driven by Mr. Barko. Laras view far ahead, his gaze was empty. his mind floated, and his eyes were, his heart was filled with anxiety and fear. Anxious, worried and no longer dare to go out alone, a sense of annoyance and anxiety enveloped.

Ibra turned towards the dreamy wife, Ibra's hand reaching for Laras' fingers. The brakes were soft, but Laras did not respond at all.

"Darling, what the hell was hem?" search Ibra on the wife who this time immediately responded.

Laras looked at the husband who was holding a laptop. Netra moved to see Ibra's hand that was holding her hand tightly, then Laras again circulated the penetrating view to the window with a long sigh. Then he exhaled slowly.

"Will I buy something?" ask Ibra. He offered his wife a time to buy something.

Laras. Seraya muttered. "No, don't want anything."

The blue dongker entered the courtyard of Laras' house, immediately parked next to Laras' red BMW. Greeted by Bu Rika and Susi, with a beautiful face. Happy to see her husband coming home too.

"Sore, young mistress.Welcome home again? may health always and protected by the almighty." The two assistants nodded respectfully. On Ibra and especially on the newly affected Laras.

Lips Laras developed her smile, she was happy to finally be able to go home as well. "Aamiin O Allah" murmured Laras.

Ibra and Laras walked hand in hand very friendly. "You wanna sit here first? or go straight to the room?" ibra asked as she pointed towards the sofa in the living room.

"Go straight to the room," replied Laras who was directly on the bench by the husband.

Making the Barrel gasp. With reflexes hugging the neck that Ibra was very strong. Her Netra looked at the face of the husband who was focused with her steps.

"I can walk by myself" Laras said, staring fixedly at the husband's face.

But Ibra did not respond to the words of his wife. Towards the place of the dispute, it was a room.

Mr. Barko took out all the belongings of Ibra and Laras including a bouquet of flowers from inside the trunk and inside. Rika and Susi bring him into the house. One/one.

Including suitcases of clothes, they deliver to the room Laras. And Susi selonong boys come in. "Excuse me, ma'am, here's your suitcase."

While Laras sat upright on the king-size bed. Loaded with sheets of red roos flowers, Laras replied with a nod.

Ibra closed the door tightly. Unbuttoned some buttons on his chest.

The bead of Laras' eyes moved to see Ibra who was bare-chested, by opening some buttons on his shirt. Exposing her slightly downy chest.

"Right sweetheart?" investigate Ibra when he saw Laras bengong towards him.

"Ah, n-no. no pa-pa!" laras said half-nervingly. Then Laras lowered his head deeply.

Ibra grinned, he immediately opened the laptop and did his job. At the table, which was in the room.

Gts ....

Gts ....

Gts ....

The sound of knocking on the door was so clear from the outside, Laras and Ibra looked at each other. As if asking about who is this rod ....

****

All readers, please pray for my mother. Who is now experiencing pertigo and stomach pain.